Cowboy Poetry is ridiculous. I have never heard a good cowboy poem (I like Phillip Larkin myself: I work all day, and get half-drunk at night./Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare./In time the curtain-edges will grow light./Till then I see what’s really always there: ). This festival is the romantic and ignorant yearning of white cowboy movie fans for the past. In the period of the Wild West people were six inches shorter and had twenty years less life span. There was little clean drinking water, beans and bacon were the only food, and there were no churches, schools or law enforcement. LET’S GO BACK TO THE GOOD OL’ DAYS!!!
You can go back to the good ol’ days without a strong federal government when Christianity and gunplay was the only law of the land. Take a fun little to sub-saharan Africa where there is no strong central government and gunmen roam the streets. Christian radicals control the government and have made homosexuality a capital offense there as well.